Family

 In response to one of my recent blogs, my sister said, “We signed up for this.”

They did, more or less, but the 30-something they signed up with no longer exists. He has been replaced by a 50-something who can feel himself degrading.

We knew even then that Friedreich’s ataxia was progressive, so maybe I should just shut up. And it’s not like there’s another choice really. Hopefully.

But how is it fair to ask my family to deal with something I deal with only because I must? It isn’t. But I didn’t ask. They signed up for it.

I guess that is why I love my family.